I waited in our room alone for at least 2 hours and about 1.00 am the phone rang. It was Jane and she was in another bedroom with both of the guys. Sh... just said not to wait up as she might be late! I said "Have they fucked you?"She said "No, not yet!" I said "Do you think they will?" She said "Probably, see you later."She finally came back to our room at about 04.15. She had no panties on, her lipstick was smeared and her dress was only partly zipped up. She told me that they sat drinking. Several days went by and Sara failed to log on, it was obvious she was busy but that did not prevent me becoming frustrated by the wait and inactivity. It was Friday morning before she responded…”Mr Spanner you are a naughty man, you’re mind intrigues me and my Clit does need to feel your tongue again”…”meet me” the following message had me flying….I organised a hotel near to Manchester, it would be easy to explain to my wife that work required me to spend some time at the other site, Friday. She’d been talking about Mum. Why was the question suddenly about me?“Does Bec have Lambrecht’s Syndrome?”Ah yes! That was the question – the ultimate question! That was the life-changing, life-defining question! That was the sixty-four million dollar question, right there!Everything inside of me froze.Even time froze. Everything I knew, everything I understood, my entire life story, every little thing I thought I knew about myself. It all froze. Then it shattered into a million pieces.I looked. I showed her what I hadprinted from the Internet, and asked her if she had ever consideredanything like it. When she laughed, I knew that she had. When she showedme pictures of her work, I was a believer, and asked her to make one forme. It took almost four hours to make, and another 30 minutes to get on,but it was worth every bit of time and money I spent on it, and since Iwould no longer need any padding, and I wouldn't have to worry about anerrant part getting squashed, I would not have to.